Chapter 25
CHAPTER 25
Pilar
I loved being in his house. Everything about it was so…him, from the neutral walls to the library filled with memorabilia and trophies he’d won. I’d caught a quick glimpse of his bedroom during the tour he gave me, but our food arrived before I could explore much else. Now, we were on the floor around his coffee table, having sushi and drinking wine. It was the most glorious date I’d ever had.
“Are you in pain?” I watched as he finished chewing the roll of sushi he’d just put into his mouth.
“Do you mean am I sore?”
“Yes. I’m sore just from watching your drills today.”
“I think I’ve forgotten what not being sore feels like.” He chuckled. “I’ve been playing since I was three. I guess I’m just conditioned to it.”
“That’s pretty amazing.” His stamina was pretty amazing too. I felt myself blush as the thought crossed my mind and tried to hide it by looking away, but Ben reached for my hand. I couldn’t help but meet his gaze, which was slightly amused, a bit turned on.
“What are you thinking about?”
“How much I want you.”
“Ah.” He chuckled lightly as he brought my hand to his lips and nipped my thumb. “That’s a nice thing to think about.”
“I also can’t help but think that you’re much more experienced than I am.” I fought to keep my gaze on his.
“You’re perfect.” He tugged my arm and pulled me closer to him, searching my eyes. “Hey, you’re perfect. I couldn’t imagine a more ideal woman.”
His hands grazed my torso as he pushed them under my shirt, stopping at the elastic of my bra.
“Is this okay?” he whispered against my neck, breathing me in as he kissed me.
“More than okay.” I pushed out my chest, inviting him to do more.
He didn’t work his hands under my bra the way I thought he might. Instead, he brought his hands behind me, unsnapping the clasp. Ben pulled back and looked into my eyes. There was so much more than lust in them, and I didn’t know what that meant. Regardless, my heart galloped with such force that I thought he might hear it. Bringing my hand up to touch his face, I caressed his jaw, the five o’clock shadow tickling the tips of my fingers. Even as I touched him, I couldn’t quite believe that I was with him, with the man I’d crushed on for years and pictured doing this with more times than I cared to admit. He watched me for a long while, his hands still just under my breasts as he seemingly savored my hands on his face.
“You’re entirely too beautiful for me,” he said, and the way he looked at me made me believe it.
“You’re entirely too handsome for me.” I smiled, leaning into him and kissing his lips.
I gasped as he brought his fingers to my jaw and deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine, his erection pressing into my pussy so hard through our clothes that I had no control over myself when my body began to move, seeking the pleasure he promised. His hands finally cupped both of my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples so hard I had to stop kissing him and throw my head back to moan. He pinched them again, his hands quickly working to rid me of my shirt and bra for his mouth to latch on to each of them, nuzzling, kissing, sucking. With his lips, his hands, he made me feel a sense of abandon I’d never experienced before. He brought out a sexually starved version of me I hadn’t even known was in there.
I continued moving against his cock, even though we were still both wearing jeans and I knew I wouldn’t find the release I needed. As if reading my thoughts, Ben pulled away. Suddenly we were both standing, rapidly taking off the rest of our clothes. He brought me back to his lap with me straddling him and continued marking my skin with his lips. His hand moved south, his gentle nips turning to bites as his fingers began moving against me.
“You’re so wet, Princess.” He groaned against my chest. “Have you been this wet all along?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered. I wished my body would stop grinding, but I knew I was absolutely unable to contain myself at this point.
“I need a condom,” he breathed. “I want to fuck you like this. I want you to ride my cock with that wet pussy.”
“Oh God.” I threw back my head. This was unlike anything else I’d ever done. The dirty talk, the naughty things. Every time I was with Ben, he brought something to the table that I hadn’t known I was missing, and I knew I’d never be the same. Because of him.
“Reach for the condom. Back pocket of my jeans.” He leaned in, his tongue swirling on my left nipple.
I reached for the pocket in his pants on the floor, not without hardship. My entire body was vibrating now. His fingers were inside my pussy and sliding against my clit, his tongue on my nipple as his other hand worked the other breast. I was sure I’d die from overstimulation. Somehow, I managed to retrieve and open the condom.
“Slide it on me, Princess.” His voice was gruff, and even gruffer when I did as I was told. “Such a good girl. Yes.”
I wasn’t going to survive Ben Drake. There was absolutely no chance of it. I knew that now more than ever. Not when he could touch me like this and make me feel this way.
“Ride me, baby.” He grabbed my hips and settled me over him, sliding me down ever so slowly, inch by inch. My breath lodged in my lungs as he filled me. He was huge, but somehow, my body welcomed him. “Ride me, Princess. Ride me.”
So, I did.
“Fuck,” I said, my heart in my throat as I moved on top of him. “Oh my Gggggggggod.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” he chanted. “Pilar. Fuck me, Pilar.”
Spurred on by his pleas and the way everything inside of me seemed to vibrate, I rode him hard and fast, my nails digging into his strong shoulder blades as his fingers dug into my hips, my ass, any part of me he could reach and use to control the tempo. I threw my head back, feeling another orgasm build from deep inside me and gripped him so hard I was sure I’d draw blood.
As I reached ecstasy, I shouted his name and kept on shouting as he yelled mine and pumped into me harder than before. I shook and vibrated against him as my eyes closed, then I felt him kiss the top of my head as he whispered, “So perfect for me.”
I was trying to be quiet as I walked out of his flat and shut the door behind me, but I gasped loudly when I turned around and found a woman and a little boy standing there.
“Hi.” I frowned, confused. This floor housed only Ben’s apartment, and he was asleep.
“Hi.” The woman smiled, a kind expression that reached her blue eyes. “Is Ben in there?”
“He’s sleeping.” I felt my frown deepen. “He told me the door locks as soon as it shuts.”
“That’s okay.” She wiggled the key in her hand. “I have a key.”
“Oh.” I moved to walk away from the door, still looking at her. “Are you family?”
“I guess.” She laughed. “If girlfriends are considered family.”
“And sons,” the little boy said, speaking for the first time since I’d seen them.
“G-g-girlfriend and son?”
“Ex-girlfriend,” she corrected. “We are definitely not together anymore.”
“But he is…his…son.” I was stuttering, but I couldn’t wrap my head around what I was hearing.
“He hasn’t told you,” she said, and she sounded as heartbroken as I felt. I shook my head, blinking back the tears I felt coming on.
I didn’t care that Ben had a son or a serious ex-girlfriend. I just couldn’t understand how he could keep those things from me. They seemed like the sorts of things someone would reveal on a first date, or a second, maybe even a third. We’d spent so much time together. Nearly every waking moment together in Ibiza and here since we’d gotten back. My heart felt as if it might beat out of my chest.
“I’m sorry,” the woman said. “Truly. I am. I thought he’d said something. If he brought you here.”
“He didn’t.” I wiped the tear that trickled down my cheek and smiled at the little boy, who looked just like his father—brown curls, caramel skin, green eyes. “It was so nice to meet you both.”
I walked away and into the elevator. The minute the doors closed, I started to cry.